Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Costly Loss

The shopkeeper stared at the fifty dollars already in his pocket and was unwilling to let them slip away so easily. Just as Su Chan finished speaking, he at once reverted to his sly merchant’s tricks.

“It’s fine, Su Chan. Trust me, let’s keep playing. Don’t worry—this owner here looks honest enough. He won’t cheat us.”

Ye Cheng, meanwhile, held back a laugh and shot Su Chan a meaningful look.

…

The moment Mu Ziang saw her stand up, he moved to block her path. “I’ll do it,” he said, reaching for the bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

Su Shan cared nothing for leopards or no leopards. She only knew that the man had blocked her way. In an instant, she sprang upward with a flying kick.

He rose, stretched, and thought that Crow and Yuan Benchong should have already returned from the mountain. Just as he took a step forward, he abruptly sensed a figure streaking down from the horizon.

A chill stream of demonic power surged relentlessly into his eyes, and the whites of his eyes vanished in an instant. At that very moment, the wind demon launched another attack.

Xue Long suddenly realized something. If this Xiao Baizhu truly could make the false indistinguishable from the real, then perhaps the matter of Bai He’s death could still be concealed?

He sealed her words with his burning lips, forcing every word back into her mouth. How could he not understand what was in her heart? He was only angered that she would not tell him plainly, would not explain clearly, and instead chose to leave without a word.

The clothes she wore were still old garments that he had once worn himself. For some reason, those worn-out things had a kind of indescribable grace when they were on her.

Hearing this, Su Shan was startled. Spirit-pattern fingerprints were used for authentication when the machine was started. They could prevent a machine from being stolen and misused. But spirit-pattern fingerprints were transmitted and backed up through spirit-signals, which meant they could be forged and rewritten in a similar way—provided the other side had someone highly skilled in system editing.

Just after Gu Lanshan hung up the phone in her hand, Han Chengchi led Gu En’en past her side.

This had originally been one of the mechanical serpent’s basic functions, though Long Ci had never expected it to prove so useful today.

After entering the elevator, she suddenly remembered another thing: Zhan Peilin had never been to her apartment. Then wasn’t he still waiting outside all this time?

By the end of the day, the upper ranks of the Earth Soul Clan still had shown no movement, and the little patience Yun Xuan had left was being worn away bit by bit.

The moment Miss Huang turned her head, Dark Claw had already swum ashore. Shaking the river water from its body, it fixed its gaze on the three of them and charged over at high speed.

Then came a deafening boom, as if an earthquake had broken out; the ground beneath their feet trembled violently.

Still, he could see that Elder Wu and Mo Zixing had an absolutely unusual relationship, otherwise Elder Wu would never have said something like that.

Instructor Wu had done all he could and left the rest to fate. He earnestly reminded his colleagues, but whether they listened was not for him to decide. On the other side, Instructor Cheng had already come face to face with Xiu Qiqi.

“No wonder it feels so comfortable. Thanks.” Feeling around, he sat down between the two of them and said softly, “Big brother, there’s been a question in my heart that I just can’t shake.”

His second brother, Ah Hu, sat before him, nursing his temper and drinking in sullen silence. He was full of complaints about the shipping route, and in his irritation, he had even smacked Ah Hu on the back of the head.

A thunderous cry came from afar, followed by one long howl after another. A sharp light flashed in Hu Mengyao’s eyes.

Ning Fan sighed helplessly and glared at Hu Da, telling him to lie down on the bed himself, while silver needles appeared one by one in Ning Fan’s hand.

Hua Jitian said in astonishment, “Eighteenth level? And you call that slow?” Before the moonlit night at the barren mountain, Zhao Rushi had seemed to be only at the fourth or fifth level of martial cultivation. Because he had fused with the Kui Dragon Cauldron and temporarily become its vessel, his martial level had surged all the way to the fourteenth level.

When they returned, Xuan Mo had already handed the grilled food to Dong Fengci, completely ignoring Guan Luhuo.